Where We Were

You and I –
Rendering the light lost between us
A happenstance of lust, its rendition
Caught on silvered roots of time

We became chance personified before
We had the chance – a gerund of
Motion levitating as shadow

Reclaiming our youth as forewarned
In a theater of The Absurd, at all
Clarified by night’s weight of dreams –

I dream its edges softened like
Daguerreotype, a freefall of conscience
Sunlit to the breach of a life in ruin

So I apologize to the ocean
Of love I’ve lost to you I, a vessel
Without course nor recourse
I am sorry –


© K. James Ribble


The old appreciate
Passionate tears of loss
As if the stars could speak
Would they tell me of my light?
(How do) I absorb the sunlit
Self, bound to the words like
A semantic satiation
A ground sel of exile
Merged in paralysis
Of boreal origin I am
Eulogy of ontology
Self sylphic surrealist
In a vortex of curation
Healing my heart to love
Once again.


© K. James Ribble

destrictus ensis

I’ve been held like Damocles
In an unspoken position of faith
That to follow ones heart that
Heart will follow its path to


Never did I consider the end flow
Of that timing in my life now stands
Before the forgotten gods a manifest
Of ill-begotten intent on finding purpose

Of Life

What wonder has become of me as I
Embrace the river of my life-flow a
Spacious endowment of insight to soul
A cashmere of regret not a mile off sight


Now transcends its own purpose guiding
Me to a mastery of revelation a birthing
Of awareness unto a star’s gate – an abacus
For rendering my dreams of you unsung

© K. James Ribble

Shadow of My Self

When I loved before it was a choice
Railed by an amelioration arbitrary of youth
Funneled by the skylights of Inexperience made
Puerile and sweet as Hawaiian Punch with Oreos

That bastion of innocence comes once in a lifetime
Cannot fathom the heartbreak ahead when loss
Becomes a friend and time runs its course in spite
Of your crushed heart before the cannons fire through

As all those years unravel accumulate like a freight train
Railed on a febrile scale of your heart breathing in perfect
Syncopation parallel only to your ability to carry on without
Pining against the hope that love will still find you

Now my fears speak like an expatriate, expatiates the remaining
Time like an iconoclast screaming to the galaxies that love
Can find a way that it pays a price to endeavor and risk
If only for a moment – if only for a moment – I could love again.

© K. James Ribble


The sun sings today in hues
Streaks all light like sweet aubade
Molting a beryllium of color
Makes your face appear like
Light in time singing to me
Your song a prescient lilt to
The silence and sounds they emote
Amphichromatic beyond the heal –
All memory of our love a calculus
Now resides in living paralipsis
Without causation becomes amalgam
Of you and I shown bright long
Before the day we vanished on
The shore of our own arrival
Makes me wonder if you’re
Even looking for me.


© K. James Ribble

Most of All

There are not enough
Stars in the sky
To illuminate my heart
The way you did on the
Day you were born

All the oceans of this
World and those of
Distant planets cannot fill
My heart the way you do
When I am in your presence

There is no fire that can
Equal the calming warmth I
Witness when I walk beside you
Not even the sun has as much
Grace aside the stride of your step

And most of all the blues of this
Place, this home we call Earth
Cannot equal the blue of your eyes
Like the eyes of your mother
They are caught only by the
Blue of my love
For you.


© K. James Ribble

Who Am I?

Years ago I witnessed a lurid dream of a
Massive mandala partially submerged
Just off the shore of Lake Michigan.

I was sailing upon a glorious schooner
Like the Adventure gazing towards the Shoreline
But my view was shadowed by the giant circle –

Between us it rose twice the height of our top mast
Was made of fine white pine logs appearing like
A toy left by a giant whose interest had waned long ago.

As I slowly sailed towards this magnificent
Structure, its spokes varnished with gulls and the
Entrails of their meals, I heard its Voice speak to me

A Familiar call, like a tentative temptation, to listen,
And listen closely: “If I were to tell you, you only
Had a few months to live would you believe me?” I barked

To my crew to quickly drop anchor so that I could
Listen further not wanting to miss this moment, this instant
That I might learn more about this Being, this voice I know

But don’t know yet.

© K. James Ribble